It has been a year almost to the day. Yet it still feels like yesterday. I still remember the look in your eyes; As you turned around in the car to stare back at me. The look of ‘what did I … Read more about Little Nikki
Dead.
Dead. That is the only way to explain what it feels like to be in a culture that worships thousands of gods. It is true what they say; there are more cows in India, then there are people. Cows are … Read more about Dead.
Dear Kiddo
October 26, 1994; there are two things that I associate that date with, the colourful Mike n Ike candy, and the birth of my little brother. When Darcy was born, my 6 year old self did not know how my … Read more about Dear Kiddo
Wendy (Beauty in the Broken)
"God, are we really into our LAST WEEK OF MINISTRY IN INDIA!?!?! How can it be?!?! I DO NOT WANT TO LEAVE!" Those were the words I prayed this morning to ABBA while I laid awake in my tent, listening … Read more about Wendy (Beauty in the Broken)
India (Photo Blog)
As I site here in India, trying to come up with how to introduce this photo blog, I realize I am actually at lost for words. For a country that I thought I would NEVER EVER visit (due to fear), … Read more about India (Photo Blog)
Happy Thanksgiving (11 reasons why I am giving Thanks)
In this moment, my family is coming together in community and fellowship. In a few hours, they will be sitting down together, enjoying a delicious Thanksgiving day meal consisting of mashed … Read more about Happy Thanksgiving (11 reasons why I am giving Thanks)
Dear Past Self
Dear Past self, I remember the day that I was sitting in the comfort of my apartment, almost a year ago. My application for the World Race was long submitted, the route was picked and the interview … Read more about Dear Past Self
Lice Picking in India
Since we (R Squad) started our race in Eastern Europe, I knew that coming to India would be a culture shock for me in so many ways. While teammates/squad mates were eagerly anticipating the ministry … Read more about Lice Picking in India
Mom; my Hero
There comes a time on the race, when the ‘honeymoon stage’ is over and the homesickness begins to creep in. The time when you realize that you will miss a full years’ worth of … Read more about Mom; my Hero
